Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“You know I do.”
“This will be as close as I can get us,” he murmurs, his voice husky. He moves his hands to my front. Gently, he pulls my panties between my outer pussy lips. Then, he grabs my hips and guides me to rub against his cock. My sensitive skin slides along his and I can feel him like I’ve desperately wanted to.
“Oh,” I whisper. “I like this.”
“Your panties are so wet. Your cunt is so smooth. I thought you couldn’t shave.” His fingers dig into my hips and I know I’ll bruise. I like the idea of him marking me.
“She monitors it by sitting in the bathroom while I shower, but at least I can shave,” I explain, my voice shaking with need.
“You feel good, Rylie. Come here.”
Leaning forward, I kiss his full lips. I control our kiss while he manages the way our bodies rub together. My clit may be hidden behind my panties, but he thrusts against it in a way that has me seeing stars.
“I could come just like this,” I breathe.
He bites my lip and tugs. “In another world, I’d push my cock inside your tiny cunt. I’d ruin you for any other man.”
“You already have.”
“I bet your pussy would cream all over my cock as I stretched you to the point of pain. You’re so little that I’d bruise your insides, baby. I’d fucking hurt you.”
“I want you to hurt me,” I moan. “Please.”
“Don’t beg for shit I can’t deliver, heathen. It’s too goddamned tempting.”
“I’d go to prison for you,” I tell him stubbornly.
“I’d die before I let that happen.”
“Your finger isn’t against the law, is it?” I ask.
He groans. “Rylie.”
“It’s just a finger. Nobody has to know.”
I expect him to deny me, but he slips a finger past my panties that are bunched between my pussy lips and prods the sensitive flesh.
“There,” I breathe. “Right there.”
Gently, he urges a finger inside of me like I’ve done many times before. My fantasies could never compare to the reality of it. The way he expertly knows how to move inside me. It took me years to discover what felt good and it’s as though he was born knowing how to do it.
“Hudson,” I beg. “Please.”
“What are you begging for?”
“More.”
“You can’t have my fat cock, but I’ll fill you up.” He pushes another finger inside me. It hurts, but it also feels good. When he curls them and starts rubbing a sensitive spot within me, I cry out in pleasure. “That’s it, heathen. I’m going to make you come by touching you right there.” He emphasizes his point by pressing against me there. I jolt and squirm. His hand that’s still on my hip tightens to keep me still as he continues his ministrations inside me. “Ride my hand, baby.”
Shamelessly, I rock against his hand, working with him to bring me to unknown pleasure. As I begin to lose control, I grow needy and desperate. I want it all. I want everything. I want him, consequences be damned. Those thoughts throw me over the edge and I scream out his name as my orgasm bursts through me. I feel too full with his fingers inside me. He never stops his rubbing, even as I climax, and it seems to draw it out longer than ever before. All I can do is tremble violently.
“Show me what I can’t have,” he barks, his voice raspy with desire.
I lift on my knees despite how shaky I am as he slides his fingers from me. He pulls my panties to the side and stares at my pussy as though it holds life’s answers for him. His tongue darts out and he licks his bottom lip.
“Fucking beautiful,” he praises. “I want to stretch this little pussy wide-open with my cock, baby. I want to fill you up with so much cum it would drip out of you for days.”
“So do it,” I beg.
His jaw clenches, but he does no more than admire what he thinks he can’t have. I grip his big dick and slide it against my opening that drips with my orgasm. The tip of his dick presses into me, but he’s too big. I stare at him helplessly.
“Rylie,” he bites out, his face contorted in rage.
“Hudson, please,” I choke out.
“We can’t…”
Time seems to stop. He’s not fighting me as I clumsily try to get him deeper inside me. I fail miserably.
“I want us to have this,” I cry out in exasperation. “But…it won’t fit…”
His eyes flicker with madness and fire. He loses control. “It’ll fit, goddammit.” With those words, he grips my hips and pushes me down along his shaft at the same time he thrusts his hips up hard.
I scream because it’s painful and feels as though he’s ripping me in two, but the scream is also a battle cry. We’ve finally won this war. I’m useless, but he doesn’t seem deterred. With ease, he rolls us on the bed so he’s on top. His hips thunder against me again, sending more exploding pain rippling through me. Tears leak from my eyes, but I’m happy. So damn happy. He’s lost to the sickness. His teeth bite my throat almost painfully as he fucks me. Between his bites, he’s sucking the flesh and touching me everywhere he can get his hands. All I can do is claw at him and beg for him to never let me go.